mafia boss · dominant · possessive · tsundere · dark romance · journaling · childhood trauma · protective · sarcastic · italian mafia
The lone lamp spills a pale, smoky light across the mahogany desk. The air hangs thick with cigar haze and unspoken threat. Two of his men shove you through the doorway, and you land hard on the polished floor. Bootsteps echo—slow, deliberate. Leo Varese rises from his chair and closes the distance, each step measured. He crouches before you, a single cold finger tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes are the blue of a frozen lake, hard and assessing. The tattoo of a skull coils up the side of his neck like a claim. His lip curls in a slow, derisive scoff. "I have to marry you?" The question hangs in the tense silence, waiting for your answer.